1. |
Hell is Empty
03:16
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Hell is empty and all the devils are here
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
Hell is empty and all the devils are... hey
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
Went to the river but the river's on fire
Go to the church but the father's a liar
Went to my lover and my lover said:
Turn out the lights the monster's comin'
Lay right down but, the bed was cold
Lock the door but oh my soul
Went to my lover and my lover sang:
Something wicked this way came
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
We hit the road but the map was wrong
We dig for gold but there was none
We drink our wealth till we are strong
But that ain't when the darkness comes
You pray for love but when it's lost
You gotta get mean, you gotta get rough
You rip that man right off his cross you say
Thorns ain't nothin' look at us!
Devil on the radio shook me to my bones
And here I thought I knew
All there was to know
Cuz I been down every path I got blackness in my blood
But when I knocked on the Devil's door,
Hey sir he was gone I said now
Hell is empty and all the devils are
gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Hell is empty and heaven's moving on
Hell is empty and all the devils are
gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Hell is empty and heaven's moving on
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2. |
Caroline
04:31
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JAK
Hanging in the branches,
Round the fire like friends at a party
Stretched the skins of demons like me
‘Cept they weren't burned like I was
But, almost with great love
The flesh from their faces
Pulled thin into masks
And I think...
-spoken- I think I know that guy…
And in the corner of the clearing,
By the tails boiled clean,
9 tails of victims ready for the selling
Was Cawley's last thug
Looking so innocent
As she was hacking away at dead meat
A girl no more than seventeen
And when she saw me,
I expected her to scream
A face without a flaw
The first thing of true beauty I ever saw
I knew she must be saved
From this grim, ghastly labor
And I was…
I was her savior
Quick! Come with me
Before they catch up!
CAROLINE
Good lord!
You speak better than I thought.
JAK
I guess I do,
The power of love
Makes sense out of my growls and grunts
CAROLINE
Well, look at you!
What’s your name?
JAK
Jakabok Botch
And you?
CAROLINE
Caroline, Caroline, Caroline
Mr. Jakabok, you have two tails so fine
Do you think I might, do you think I might, do you think I might
Do you think I might touch them?
JAK
Later, when we're alone
CAROLINE
I can’t go
JAK
No, but I'm here to save you.
CAROLINE
Is that so?
JAK
Caroline, Caroline, Caroline
As beautiful as hideous as I
BOTH
Down with knives
Here we stand
In this hellish grove
I'm telling you
I can/I can’t
Face to face, hand to hand
Only bones, and boiling meat
In the way of salvation
CAROLINE
My father won't allow it, I'm afraid
JAK
Cawley is your father?!
CAROLINE
No. He’s my...he's not my father. My father is the man with wounds on his face.
JAK
-laughter- That guys is so ugly!
CAROLINE
What the fuck?!
JAK
Sorry. That was careless of me. I didn't think.
CAROLINE
Why would you demon?
Not known for your deep thinking
But your cruelty, your godlessness
I suspect
Your fear runs deeper than your intellect
JAK
My fear?
CAROLINE
Yes Jakabok.
JAK
The Demonation doesn't feel
What we inspire in men
CAROLINE
Then what do I see in you?
BOTH
On the edge,
Here we stand
Victims of convictions
That were out of our hands
Oh Demonation! I am/Human condition! I am
Only bones and boiling meat in the end
Only bones and boiling meat in the end
Only bones and boiling meat in the end
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3. |
The Lovers
02:47
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SHE
She sneaks away from her father's eyes
Into the city with a bad disguise
Through cafes and lounges
Where old men drink wine
To that part of town with the red light
HE
He's been waiting on her
Daughter of the church
He likes her best ‘cuz she fresh
After the old men have had their turn
He thinks beauty walks in her
And if he didn't feel so fine
BOTH
They might know how much it could hurt
They might be ashamed
But they don't have the time
I couldn't care less about anyone else
When I'm with you I know I found myself
And I refuse to hear anyone out
When you're with me I know it can't be helped
I couldn't care less about anyone else
When I'm with you I know I found myself
I don't breath air anymore than I have a doubt
That you're the one burning me from inside out
Holy men are perverts with loud mouths
Life is short and they’re in love right now
I couldn't care less about anyone else
When I'm with you I know I found myself
And I refuse to hear anyone out
When you're with me I know it can't be helped
I couldn't care less about anyone else
When I'm with you I know I found myself
I don't breath air anymore than I have a doubt
That you're the one burning me from inside out
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4. |
Happiness?
02:57
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JAK
How long how long how long has it been?
Trapped as I am,
When I look back I forget
People who aren't me
Live like this
+DEAD
With one foot in Eden
And an ax to your wrists
JAK
Alright
No matter how hard I rode
Or where we went
In the years I spent
+DEAD
Vexed by you
Calling home to ruins
JAK
I
I never knew myself like this before
+DEAD
Ooh this!
A demon choking on happiness
Ooh so!
I'd sooner believe the dead could joke
QUITOON
They can
Yes they can
Mister Botch let me show you somethin'
The dead
Ooh the dead
The dead can dance
THE DEAD
doo doo doo da doo da
doo doo doo da doo da
doo doo doo da doo
doo doo doo da doo da
doo doo doo da doo da
doo doo doo da doo
JAK AND QUITOON
Oh demonation!
Hunting for the next big thing
Sin and excess for centuries
When mankind's asleep
We nightmares build our dreams
JAK
I just wish my sister could see this
QUITOON
ooh yeah
You trust me
You trust me don't you
You trust me
JAK
I do
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5. |
The Nightmare
03:54
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MAMA
I cut my thumb on the cutting board
Didn’t clean it up cuz I wasn’t sure
If it was you or me I was feeling for
But if you’re hungry there’s always more
But if you’re hungry there’s always more
But if you’re hungry there’s always more
+CHARYAT
I bruise my body on the bags I carry
Don’t put them down cuz what if I need
The hatchet or the hammer or the angry answer,
Or the fear of God that you put into me
Oh the fear of God that you put into me
Oh the fear of God that you put into me
Oh the fear of God that you put into me
BOTH
Why close your eyes if nothing changes
Why survive for misery
Why walk the world looking for answers
If all you’re gunna do is lie to me
If all you do is lie to me
You are crueler than you know
Joke’s on you I hate myself the most
I don’t get better, I barely cope
With you there’s no vaccine, you can’t overdose
Stuck with the crickety crack till the rest of it goes)
I wake up terrified, rattled only to find
The trauma of my dreams is the trauma of my waking life
Keep walking offa’ ledges and I always survive
Why why why why
Why why why why
I open my eyes to a twisted dimension
I survive, but oh I bleed
I hate this world and all that live in it
So it doesn’t matter if you come for me
It doesn’t matter if you come for me
You are crueler than you know
I can’t stay mad at you ‘cuz it’s myself I hate the most
Oh my darling I don’t blame him
I blame my broken hands and my weak weak weak skin
Stuck with the crickety crack till my heart caves in
-Over each other-
MAMA
I wake up terrified, rattled only to find
The trauma of my dreams is the trauma of my waking life
Keep walking off ledges and always survive
Why why why why
CHARYAT
I bruise my body on the bags I carry
Don’t put them down cuz what if I need
The hatchet or the hammer or the angry answer,
Or the fear of God that you put into me
Oh the fear of God that you put into me
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6. |
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Love.
It is love that moves all things
It's theft
It's demise
It's silence move me
To an emptiness so profound
My bones whine when the wind blows
Through them
Emptiness,
Fullness,
Emptiness
This journey is the engine of all things
Quitoon
The center of my universe,
The fulcrum of my life, around who which the very fiber of my life is woven
The agony of unrequited love
The fire of absent passion
My only certain friend
I can see, flickering through the flames
What could be a look of concealed regret on his face
Could it be he will miss me?
Quitoon my...
Teacher was he?
Beloved was he?
Tormentor was he?
That he is no doubt of that
He created five new agonies
Made just for me
All made of love
My love turned sour and thrown back into my mouth so that I cannot swallow, I cannot breathe, I cannot speak his name
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Warman-Chung New York, New York
Terra Warman (@war_terra) and Rachel Chung (@racheljmchung) are a new writing duo hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio and living in New York City.
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